Posted by Civilian Jezem (Upstanding Citizen) in Side Sim: Shooting The Breeze (Tag Thyr)

Posted by Civilian Thyr Th’arialat (Resident) in Side Sim: Shooting The Breeze (Tag Thyr)

Posted by Civilian Jezem (Upstanding Citizen) in Side Sim: Shooting The Breeze (Tag Thyr)
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A grinning Jezem knocked shoulders with Thyr. A difficult thing to make casual when the Andorian stood a head taller than the orion but Jezem succeeded with grace. “Since you’ve been so good I thought I would reward you. I’m sure your shrink friend would call it something soft like ‘positive reinforcement’ or ‘positive emotional experience for holistic health’. Or as equally contrived and over-thought.”

Shivan made a face. “Not my friend, and gross. Never say those words again.” He gently shouldered Jezem back, “So what are we doing?” He asked, and then he saw the name of the building they stood in front of.

The two men stood outside the entrance to an outdoor shooting range. The area around the building displayed simple landscaping that provided color beside the otherwise drab grey exterior of the building and several shady trees provided relief from the sun. The interior was open plan and there were many displays of various guns across species, cultures and time periods. Jezem lead the way in, stopping by the front desk to claim their reserved space. An employee guided them through the building and to the outside and took them down to the far right where they had two semi-secluded ranges to themselves.

Jezem strutted over to a rank of various ranged weapons and motioned towards them all with an elegant flourish of his hands. His actions and body languages very much playing into the stereotype of an orion gambling-hall girl showing off the fun games to be played, “What shall we shoot first?”

Jezem

Shivan grinned and picked up a 22nd century Andorian plasma gun. “These are awesome. Not as accurate as today’s weapons, but a real relic. It’s not a phaser, those came out a few years after this.” He gestured to a second one on the table, “Give it a try.”

~ Thyr

“I’ll take your word for it,” Jezem lifted the gun into his hands, noting the weight and balance. “I will never understand the appeal of these things,” He said and took aim at the humanoid shaped target at the end of the range. “So. . . impersonal.” He fired one round and missed the target, his shot going high and veering off into the left. Jezem pouted at the gun, “How did anyone manage with these things?”

Jezem

“Follow through with your trigger press. And compensate for where it’s going. Aim a little lower than your target.” Shivan said. “Personally I prefer knives, but guns have their usages.” He fired at the target and hit not a bullseye but in the inner ring. Then he turned and smirked at Jezem.

~ Thyr

Oh, like it’s just that easy. “At least we can agree on one thing,” A pause, “And food. So, two things?” Daggers and food. The basis of a beautiful. . . whatever it is the two of them had. Nothing as saccharine or soft as friendship but somewhere beyond their professional status of the past. “You look ugly when you smirk,” Jezem scowled at the andorian. He lifted the gun again, took a breath and fired his second shot. This time the bullet grazed the edge of the target. Guns are the worst. “Give me a throwing dagger and I’d hit the heart every time.” Jezem muttered under his breath.

Jezem

“You insult me when you’re losing.” Shivan taunted, grinning. He fired two more shots. Another one in the inner ring and one just outside the inner ring. “I’m going to set up a place to test my weapons from my shop, if you’re interested in helping me test them.” That meant playing with knives for fun. As long as they were legal knives.

~ Thyr

“And I insult you when you’re losing, what of it?” Jezem widened his stance and fired another round. His third shot hit the target in the shoulder. A good shot to debilitate and injure without risk of outright death. “Hells, I insult you for the fun of it and because your ego is as fragile as thin ice.” He rolled his eyes, like he wouldn’t pass up the chance to show up Shivan at something he was actually good at.

Jezem

“It is not!” Shivan growled. No! He had to stay calm… Or his shooting would get erratic and Jezem would make a fool of him. Every one of his shots was a shot to the target’s central mass. Two more shots hit the target in its cardboard chest. “We could try some newer weapons… Maybe you’d shoot less like a child with a Nerf gun.” He’d learned what ‘nerf guns’ when he’d gone to the Academy. Children’s toys on Earth. Strange things, really.

~ Thyr

Deciding he was done shooting the outdated gun with terrible aim, Jezem set it down to examine the other options laid out for them. He hadn’t a clue what any of them were called, could only vaguely identify their origin and general worth by noting the size, and material. “What in the heavens is a- No, actually, I don’t want to know.” It sounded like an insult so Jezem will take it as such. “Pick something, I can’t be bothered too.” No matter where they came from or what they did a gun was a gun and Jezem didn’t care enough to know any more.

Jezem

Shivan exchanged their weapons, making sure the ones he was putting down were left safely. He instead picked up a much newer weapon. A hand phaser used frequently by Orions. He handed one to Jezem. “This is a type of hand phaser you should be familiar with… They’re common enough in the… place we share a past with. Legal to own and carry, with permit. It’ll be easier to aim than an older weapon, so you shouldn’t have any problem with it.” He’d laugh his little blue head off if Jezem couldn’t shoot this.

~ Thyr

This was something Jezem was somewhat familiar with. “Yes, yes, laugh it up. Why don’t you call the local news and tell them about the sad orion man who can’t shoot.” Being somewhat more familiar with this gun, having used it before in the past Jezem fired off several rounds at once. This time the bullets were closer to the center but the shots were all over the place and not in a tight group.

Jezem waited until Shivan was about to fire before saying, “Sad that guns are the only way you’ll ever unload onto a target,” in a voice dripping with innuendo.

Jezem

Shivan gave Jezem a look. “You are well aware that’s not true. And I don’t waste money paying for it, either.” He fired the weapon at the target. Five shots, one in each leg and three in the chest. The chest shots were well grouped. “Beat that.”

~ Thyr

“Shame, because if you weren’t so cheap someone experienced could reveal to you just how lacking you are in that department. Honestly, I hope that’s not your actual attitude towards sex work.” Joking was fine and all but Jezem couldn’t quite tell if Shivan was simply continuing the banter or if the comment came from a more personal place. Many things could change over the course of a few years.

Shivan shook his head, “There’s nothing wrong with sex work. I was trying to prevent a cheap shot about how I’d have to pay someone to get any.” He grinned at Jezem, “Now who says I’m not experienced?”

“The migrant flock returns to feel the heat on their wings,” Jezem said in the say way a human would have said ‘A broken clock is right once a day’. Either the message was received. No more cheap shots. Time to play for real.

That said, it was now time to either show up or pay up. The payment being his dignity and bragging rights. Jezem took his time establishing his stance and lining up each shot. The end result wasn’t as impressive as Shivan’s though it was better than his last attempt. Jezem scowled, but held off any further comments. Wars were not won by battle alone.

Jezem

Shivan chuckled at Jezem’s results. “I’m going to have to teach you.” He took great pride in being able to teach Jezem something for once. “Knowing us, could save your life one day to shoot better than that.” At the word ‘that’ he gestured towards Jezem’s target.

~ Thyr

“Is that how you pick up lovers? Offer to correct their posture and help them aim?” Jezem said in an overly sweet voice, “The day I have to rely on a gun is the day you become religious because only divine intervention will save us.” He hit a button and their targets vanished into the ground below and fresh sheets took their place. Jezem took aim again, “My shooting is fine.” One round fired. Hit right where shoulder met neck. Not where he aimed but lethal none the less.

Jezem

Shivan made a face. “I don’t want to think of you and picking up lovers in the same thought. Who is it you pray to? The Sisters?” He shrugged, “They don’t seem that bad if I had to pick something divine to pray to.” He looked at Jezem, “within six meters you’ll win with a knife. Outside six meters, the gun always wins.” He had to laugh, “Now shoot that same spot again.”

~ Thyr

Jezem laughed loudly and freely, pleased to have made Shivan uncomfortable. “Yes, the Sisters, and I’m not sure they’ll listen to you. They are slave gods and you were never a slave. I’m sure there are one or two of the other Thousand Gods that might take your prayers. Or your could try praying to that Mother Goddess.” The Thousand Gods were barely remembered these days and if anyone had ever heard of Orion religion then they typically knew of the Mother Goddess.

Shivan shrugged. “Guess I’ll worry about it if I ever find a reason to pray.” He said it like it was extraordinarily unlikely.

He lined his shot with the target, and fired. The shot went high and grazed the where the ear would be placed on the target. Jezem swore viciously under his breath.

Jezem

Shivan wanted to laugh. He held himself back though the gleeful look in his eye would give away his amusement. “You sure you don’t want my help?”

~ Thyr